I wrote the following last night…
I think a miracle happened today.
I think my love has surrendered.
I think there is hope.
She shared a story with me tonight:
There was an old man, in the middle of a hurricane. He climbed on his roof to escape the water. The coast guard came to help, he denied their help. My god will save me. The army came to help, he denied their help. My god will save me. The Red Cross came to help, he denied their help. My god will save me. His house washed away, and the old man drowned. At heaven’s gate, he says to god. Why didn’t you come to save me? And god says, I did. I came 3 times, first as the coast guard, then the army, and then the Red Cross.
After the story my love says, hat she wonders how many times in the last 9 years did god try to save her by giving her the tools? She says she recognizes now, that god is saving her through the tools, through treatment.
At this point, I am silently crying. Tears of joy, for the first time, in a long time.
On another note, I FINALLY went to an Al-anon meeting today…yes, finally.
Day 16 of Forever